A wide-ranging collection of frolicking poems and reflections with a light touch and robust juxtaposition of words, sounds, and images, to soothe and to rattle, with balm and a coffee can of dry beans, the world as we know it.

Inside this book...

MIRACLES LIKE THS ONE DO OCCUR

 

 

"miracles like this one do occur, princess. but only if you stand still."

 

"i don't stand still. i float above the orbs."

 

"in the orbs, you mean?"

 

"above them. above above above. in the netherworld."

 

"in a substance that doesn't exist, you mean?"

 

"no. as a form of nonexistence by which i set my watch and more. a juniper observes my dance. it says, if i see you, it says – but never you mind!"

 

"cancer, norms on wood, i don't understand. the oak, the dry, the thicket, the mold, a place described."

 

"i know a thing about a ring. my name, my country undone in a twinkling. i forget you."

 

 

 

 

 

SOMETHING IN THIS DISH

 

 

onward / the irritation persists / a general malaise / i ask myself, is there a way? you stay. why? lazy laughter / under the spotlight / a pack of malcontents / crude embarrassments / a residue / what? / you smile / bluff / over cost, on edge / too many signs / lethargy / a fire bolt / a plethora? / ruptured spleens / the highpoint of the climb in capital letters or abbreviated / if then and when / pasted tops

 

 

 

 

CURIOUS HEMORRHAGES

 

 

the rebel says, "curious hemorrhages account for the gaps, so escape these walls when no moon shines, and sentries, laundry, and guesswork come undone. avoid suffocation in the laundry bag of your release. the drug will work."

 

"nah," laughs the old prisoner, "too old for that. the dead do not die. see the world in between"

 

 

 

 

 

IN THE MOOD

 

 

darkness descends.

 

justify your worth.

 

crowds bark.

 

hope dwindles.

 

a new day.

 

find the map.

 

chart your course.

 

lead yourself.

 

a flight of fancy.

 

pinnacle of today.

 

west of here,

 

a large quail,

 

a feather trail.

 

men on stilts.

 

a behemoth settles on the air.

 

transported unnaturally

 

through clogged pores,

 

days of debriefing,

 

jobs lost on nails.

 

hanging heads and threads.

 

tripled. you know what i mean?

 

safely guess

 

the stars

 

 

 

 

BURDENS

 

 

to be chary, to be wise,

 

to be flawed, to be kind.

 

 

 

i rush to the store only to find it boarded up.

 

 

 

standing on the threshold,

 

i consider.

 

 

 

too old, too young

 

too uncertain.

 

 

 

wherever i go, wherever the road goes,

 

i am wanted or a passenger.

 

 

 

kissed, called, alert maybe.

 

i wander about the emptiness.

 

in every direction, a sentence upside down

 

 

 

and at last i begin to see

 

 

 

BEHELD THE TARGET FOR AN OSPREY

 

 

 

Hot and stuffy / cold as ice / forgotten / remembered / upheld / pushed aside / dark in the lotus blossom / pitch black in the night / ray of light / dipper / cheese / pink flower / dog chases moon

 

 

 

 

SUNDAY AFTERNOON YUM YUM

 

 

 

as the picnickers come near, the blue bird empties its mouth and moves closer the nest, like a dinosaur awaiting the pendulum

An excerpt from THE LIBRARY OF OSCAR STRANGE: POEMS

Copyright 2020 by Pete O'Brien. All Rights Reserved.

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